Ass for Actor - Gay Erotica by Jamie Jade

Cole is an assistant to the hottest A-list actor on the planet, and he's planning to do anything he can in order to climb the Hollywood ladder.

When the actor demands that Cole give him a blowjob, Cole thinks he's joking. But he's not. Just how far will Cole go in order to pleasure his demanding client and make his way to the top of the Hollywood ladder?

Warning: This is a 3900 word short story that features first-time gay sex, an unbelievable blowjob, a hunky A-lister, and one pole-riding assistant. May be too hot for some!

I slide my hand down, waiting to feel those first bristles of pubic hair. But there’s nothing. Apparently he shaves — probably has something to do with the rather revealing costume he needs to wear during this movie.

And there it is.

His cock.

The cock of an A-lister.

It’s the first cock I’ve touched that’s not my own. You know how most guys have that experimental phase at some point in their life where they play with each others cocks, or masturbate in front of each other late at night? I never had that. My friends weren’t that adventurous. The most adventurous thing I did was one Friday when no one was home, I stuck my dick in the vacuum cleaner’s hose. It wasn’t big enough to fill it, so I didn’t get the full effect. Got a little hard though. Speaking of getting a little hard…

As I play with the actor’s cock, it starts to stiffen. Not fully erect yet, but flying at half-mast at least. I cup his balls with my other hand and rub them back and forth, slowly. I don’t know if he likes it, but when I whack off that’s what I do — my right hand works the shaft, my left hand rubs the balls back and forth. Feels great when you cum to have a hand gently squeeze your balls. I wonder if the actor’ll like it?

He’s fully erect now. I can trace a vein up the side of his throbbing cock. I wrap my hand around it, feeling the pulsing girth on my palm, and start to stroke him.

Up and down.

Up and down.

Up and down.

I go slowly at first, trying to get a feel for what he likes. Still not sure if he’s awake or not. I think the key is not to go over the head of the penis — not when you don’t have lube. It’s too sensitive. I guess I could put it in my mouth, but I’m not ready for that… plus he didn’t request it. And what if I was bad at it?

He groans.

Apparently what I’m doing is working.

He throws the blanket off, letting me see his body.

Muscles. Everywhere.

I didn’t think it was humanly possible to have that many ab muscles. He’s like an action figure. A tanned action figure with a chiseled jaw line and a secret gay fetish that he hides from the media. You better believe he’s married — but she knows about it, and she doesn’t give a fuck.

The things we do for famous people.

His stomach comes into a sexy “V”, leading right to his cock.

His breathing picks up.

Apparently he likes having my hands on his cock.

“You’ve never touched another man’s cock, have you?”

I shake my head.

“You like it?”

I shrug.

“No,” he says. “You tell me you like it.”

“I like it.”

“Keep going.” He looks at the roof of the trailer — he never looks at me, and he never will. To him, I’m just a hand, sometimes I’m a mouth, and later I’ll be an ass. My body is for his cum. But we’ll get to that later.

His cock throbs in my hand.

I go faster.

His breathing picks up. Heavier now.

“Squeeze harder,” he says.

I tighten my grip around his massive cock. I’m really stroking it hard now, going up and down as fast as I can. My bicep’s starting to get sore.